E'ry Day
E'ry Day
ery day I struggle must I work or can I write? ery day I wrestle with these two extremes, at times, with all my might! ery day I feel the need to tell you just what you actually mean to me. its no wonder ery day I have a burning desire to write you poetry! But alas! ery day duty calls, and ery day, so long as youre absent dear, this struggle enthralls me here! ery day I struggle against a mighty worldly current (that pulls on my attentions from what Id much rather snuggle) its just a maddening deterrent, that seems to me like trouble! ery day Im compelled to write out prose that you inspire in me, as though they were divine because, if I try to resist, sometimes, I think Ill lose my mind! ery day I engage a struggle of how both these duties to do, and by nightfall I pray contritely, I accomplished both of these successfully, for You!